Monthly Archives: October 2019

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.

Well, I guess there’s been some adventure, because of course there has been. And there’s been the never-ending, ongoing shitshow, because of course there’s that, as well. Don’t care – it is what it is. In fact, I’d be surprised if it were any different.

First up, a paddle. The Nina and Pinta, replicas of Columbus’ ships, sailed into port last week, and I was out there in the kayak to meet them. When they were here a few years ago, I paddled around them after they were already here, but this time, my plan was to be on the water as they sailed in. Had to wait for hours to catch them, but the end result was worth it.


Unfortunately, no good photos of me with the boats, but that seems to be how it usually goes. The next morning, and then last night, I went to check out the boats at the pier. Not as impressive as the huge LST325 that was here last month, but still pretty cool.

bear print

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Then, real adventure. A supremely challenging hike up Big Frog Mountain in the Cherokee National Forest. This is a big mountain; there’s nothing taller to the west until you get to West Texas and the Black Hills in South Dakota. The trailhead is at about 2142 feet in elevation, but the trails dips down to 1929 feet before a miles-long ascent to the summit at 4325 feet (according to my Movescount data). A different kind of brutal that last week’s Connector Trail hike, which was only about 800 feet in ascent over a mile. This was almost 2500 feet in ascent, spread over about 5 miles. Not for the faint of heart or spirit.

And there were bears.

The area is known for human/ursine encounters, including a few gruesome maulings and deaths. Less than 1/2 mile in, bear prints right on the trail (and I realized I had dropped my bear spray, so I had to backtrack to find it). These were fresh bear prints, along with numerous other fresh signs of bears (and the answer to the age-old question of what bears do or don’t do in the woods). It was unnerving – the bears were there, and I’m sure they knew I was there. So, of course I’m going back.

Big Frog Mountain

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Just getting to the trail was a chore. It was about 5 miles up a gravel road, after a long drive (following the gym, natch). But leaving – wow. I decided to take the same gravel road down the back of the mountain, because there was more exploring to do (more on that in a sec). At least 10 miles down a very, very rugged road that required the superpowers of the Jeep to navigate. Probably the most challenging driving the Adventure Buggy has had to deal with, and deal with it he did. Good little Adventure Buggy – but I think I see a winch in my future.

Worth it, though. Shortly after exiting the wilderness, the tiny town of Copperhill, which is right on the TN/GA border, and just a stone’s throw from North Carolina. I had been wanting to visit this town for years, since I saw it on How The States Got Their Shapes (video below – worth watching, and I’ve written about it before). I even had dinner at the restaurant featured in the video; the one that the state line runs directly through. Well, I kinda had dinner there – the restaurant, called Patrick’s in the video, has changed hands, and is now The Copper Grill. Still, really cool to be in a restaurant where the bathrooms are across the state line. The video also covers the area around the TGA (the official name is actually “The Tennessee Georgia Alabama Tripoint”), which I’ve visited numerous times in the past, including just a couple of weeks ago for some extensive hiking.


Following all of that, a stop at the Ocoee Whitewater Center, where the 1996 Olympic canoe slalom competition was held. Surprisingly, I had never been here before. It was late in the day, so I didn’t get to explore much, but there’s lots to see and do, so I’ll be back. Soon. Maybe on the motorbike, even. Anyway, a very long day, with bears, Jeep roads, a bucket list visit and more. Not a bad day, and everyone has to be somewhere.

Newton Kona

Oh, and there were new shoes, because of course there were. It’s been a long time since I bought new shoes (surprising, I know), but I couldn’t resist Newton’s Kona Ironman-themed limited edition kicks. Hopefully, it’ll make me faster.

This weekend, not sure. I seem to have an abundance of free time. Maybe I’ll be shaking my money-maker on stage somewhere, or maybe I’ll be stomping around in the woods, looking for bears to poke. Who knows?


Links:
Nina and Pinta Paddle Photo Album on Facebook
Big Frog Mountain Photo Album on Facebook
TGA/Nickajack/Cedar Mountain Photo Album on Facebook